The Bro Zone Resort

The Bro Zone Resort

Mike entered the resort’s reception area and looked around. It was early in the day so there weren’t that many people around. He walked up to the desk.

“Good morning, sir. How can I help you?” A large and muscular man, wearing a tank top with the resort’s logo proudly displayed on his chest, was standing on the other side of the desk and looking at Mike with a slight grin.

“Uhm, hi.” He slowly responded, not used to such a brawny dude talking to him. “I… I have a reservation under the name Mike Crawford for uhhh… the “Bro Tropical” package, I think.” The man behind the desk smiled and nodded, then typed something into his computer while Mike’s eyes wandered towards his broad chest. Then he finally noticed the name written on the tank top, above the left pectoral. Brock. A name very fitting the man, Mike thought.

“Okay, I have everything he need.” Brock spoke, throwing Mike out of his line of thought.

“Uhm, sorry what?” He put on a sheepish grin and Brock chuckled. 

“I have everything ready for you, Mike.” A brochure and a room card were put on the counter by Brock. “You’ll spend your week at the Bro Zone in Room 37F, and your resident for the length of your stay will be Cross, one of our best.” Mike thanked Brock, took all that was given to him and walked up to the elevator. He quickly got up to the third floor and started walking along the corridor, looking for his room. Fortunately, it wasn’t far from the elevator shaft and he unlocked the door with the card he got at the reception desk.

The first thing that hit him was the smell. The entire room reeked of sweat, cheep cologne and a few other things Mike could not name. As he got his bag into the room and closed the door behind him, he looked around and saw an absolute mess. Used jockstraps, shorts and tank tops were hanging from every piece of furniture. Dumbbells were scattered on the floor and every flat surface was covered by cans of coke and protein shake bottles. Mike closed his eyes and let the horrible smell fill his nostrils. God, he was in heaven, he thought.

Suddenly he heard some sounds coming from the bathroom and the door to it opened, revealing the main attraction of Mike’s stay at The Bro Zone. In front of him stood a 6’3 brute, every part of his body thick with muscles, with a few tattoos, a tank top clearly too small to cover all of this bulk, and sweaty gym shorts. Cross looked at Mike, scratched at his crotch and nodded.

“Sup, brah? You Mike?”

“Uhm, yeah.” He nodded awkwardly. Cross shrugged and walked around Mike, then settled on the couch and grabbed one of the half-empty protein shakers on the table next to him.

“Yer bedroom’s on the right” The gym bro moved his hand around, showing Mike what was where in their apartment. “There’s the bathroom, there’s the kitchen, there’s the entrance to the terrace with the pool.”

“Thanks” Mike smiled and walked towards his bedroom.

“Whatever, bro” He heard a grumbled response behind his back.

Mike went into his room and quickly unpacked. The sweaty stench was still very much there, but at least there was no random shit on the floor. As he sat down on the bed and took a deep breath, he smiled. He already knew he was gonna enjoy his stay at the resort.

Then he took out the brochure he got form Brock after coming in and flipped through the pages until he found the only actually important thing - the command that would allow him to control Cross. There were limitations to this of course, the gym bro wouldn’t do anything that would go against his core traits that Mike chose while booking his stay. But it was still a powerful weapon.

With the command memorized, Mike quickly changed into his swimming shorts, his hard on already visible, and left his room. He went back to the main area of the apartment and looked at Cross, who was watching something on TV, his sweaty armpits exposed for Mike to see.

“Bro code.” Mike said with an assertive tone. Cross turned towards him. He still had that arrogant expression on his face, but he was clearly listening. “Go get changed, we’re going swimming.”

“Sure bruh, whatever ya say dude.” The bro shrugged and stood up, then went outside. Mike had a giant grin on his face, he was so excited. 

When he went outside onto the terrace a minute later he saw Cross on the edge of the pool, wearing only a pair of briefs and sunglasses, his hunky body - and his hefty package - almost completely exposed. Mike slowly licked his lips and took a step forward.

Another Cop For The Collection

Brady groaned as he saw a police cruiser flashing lights behind him. He pulled over on the side of the road and waited for the cop to come to him. Why was he stopped at all? He was barely doing 10 miles above the speed limit. Hopefully, this wouldn't be one of these officers that follow absolutely every law completely to the letter.

He opened the window next to him and immediately knew this situation would turn in his favor. The cop was absolutely jacked. Bulky, tatted arms straining his uniform, a bulging chest and clearly defined legs. This was a true specimen of American Law Enforcement LLC.

"Licence and proof of insurance" the police officer barked at Brady, who reluctantly began searching for his documents.

"Did I do anything wrong, officer?" He responded playfully.

"You were driving at 64 mph on a 50 mph road. Licence and proof of insurance. Now." Brady rolled his eyes and gave the cop what he wanted. While the other man was checking his documents he took his phone, changed a few parameters and turned on the transmitter, then put it on his lap.

"Is everything alright, officer?" Brady asked innocently.

"Your documents seem okay. I have to check them in my vehicle. Stay here." The cop was about to leave when Brady looked at him and said.

"No. You will go to your cruiser and write me a simple warning. Then you will get into my car and sit in the passenger seat" he said authoritatively. The cop furrowed his brow, but didn't say anything and after a long moment his eyes unfocused and he quietly turned around and walked up to his car.

Brady waited, anticipation building inside him. This was going to be so much fun.

The officer came back.

"I will give you a warning, sir. Be more careful next time you drive here" Brady nodded quickly and watched as the cop walked around the car and without a word opened the door on the other side of his car and got in. He looked straight ahead.

"What is your name, officer?" He asked and the other man turned his head to look at him, his face blank.

"My name is officer Matthew Riley"

"Sir" Brady grinned

"My name is officer Matthew Riley, sir" the cop quickly picked up on what Brady wanted to hear.

"Good, Riley. Now salute me, as I am your superior". The officer's hand quickly sprung up and became fixed in the salute position. Brady leaned in and touched his flexed biceps. The hard muscles he felt under his hand felt insane. He put his head closer and sniffed Riley's armpit and arm. The masculine send filled his nostrils.

"Flex both arms, officer" Brady barked and the cop immediately obliged, his arms now in a double biceps pose.

He was getting high on all this power. Brady continued exploring Officer Riley's muscular body, his uniform shirt unbuttoned, revealing a pair of meaty pecs covered by a white tank top. Brady's hand quickly found his way on top of them and began grabbing them. Feeling all that brawn completely under his control made Brady get more and more brave with the officer.

"Kiss me, officer" the cop didn't wait a moment before leaning in to execute the order. He kissed passionately and aggressively, exactly like Brady wanted. He responded eagerly while also groping Riley's arms at the same time. He then felt the other man's thick cock.

"Get hard" he whispered into Riley's ear and his cock responded quickly, a big bulge forming in his pants. Brady began stroking it through the fabric.

He was going to have so much fun.

what's up brahs

for the next month or so am gonna go on a short hiatus to take full advantage of summer, so no new stories for now

but, to keep y'all interested, I'ma do an AMA, so send any questions you have. also if ya have any ideas for NPC tf stories I should do right after coming back in September, be sure to share them

I'll still be working on commissioned stories so don't worry about that. my DMs will stay open as well

see ya soon bros

a hot dude to get y’all’s attention, you ~degenerates~

Back from hiatus & Discord server

What’s up brahs!

I’m back from hiatus, everyone! Went hiking, relaxed a bit and got caught in a norovirus outbreak, but now I’m back to writing. New stories will be coming in the next couple of days and I hope y’all enjoy more of my horny fantasies. Stay tuned!

In other news, I’m launching a Discord server for like-minded bros. It’s gonna be a space to share our horny thoughts with each other and just chill out. Hope y’all gonna enjoy a place like that. Just behave yerself bros!

See ya in a few days

Fly, Eagles Fly!

Desperation In College

Mike needed to change his life. With his third year of college beginning, he felt like he was wasting his valuable time on Earth. No friends, no real hobbies, no plan for the future. He was passing classes and progressing through his degree thanks to inertia alone.

So it was no surprise that when he saw a bizarre ad online for a pair of "life changing" underwear, he bought it instantly. 24 hours later a package arrived and he eagerly opened it. Inside he saw a jockstrap with the words Under Armour clearly visible. For a moment he doubted what he read on the advertisement - it was only a pair of underwear, and a type he never bought or wore himself. But he shrugged these doubts off, saying to himself that it wouldn't hurt trying them on.

For the next two days he wore only the UA jockstrap. It took a moment getting used to being so exposed underneath his pants, but... it was fine after a while. As the second full day was coming to an end Mike noted that his life has not yet experienced a "dramatic, 180 degrees turn you need to experience". But it was still a decent pair of underwear.

It was dark outside and he contemplated going to bed, but realized he hadn't jerked off in a while, and thus had some pent up horny energy within him. He sat down on his bed and leaned against the wall. Then he started massaging his member through the jockstrap with his left hand and looking for his phone with his right. But before he did, he felt a weird sensation around his bulge. As his cock got harder, the material around it began moving and after just a few seconds it looked like Mike's jockstrap was rubbing itself against his dick, jacking him off. The waves of pleasure that hit Mike immediately after, completely overwhelming him.

The jockstrap sped up its movements and Mike closed his eyes, experiencing pure bliss. While his senses were on the verge of shutting down he did not see his whole body quickly inflating, bulk appearing everywhere. His arms and legs got thicker, his pecs turned into meaty pillows, his stomach muscles appeared underneath them, veins popped out on his shoulders and neck.

Mike's hand instinctively moved towards his bulge and he began helping his seemingly sentient jockstrap in massaging his cock, which throughout this transformation got at least 3 inches longer.

With this much stimulation it didn't take long before Mike experienced the most intense orgasm of his life, cum covering his dick, which was tightly enclosed by the jockstrap. He slowly stood up, his mind mostly blank. He went into the bathroom and the moment he saw himself in the mirror, a cocky grin appeared on his face and he began flexing his newly acquired muscles.

The thing was, for him they were not "newly acquired" because Mike no longer existed. In his place was MJ, vice president of the Alpha Psi Delta fraternity, known by everyone on campus. He was a star receiver on the football team who never showed up to class. Instead, he spent time banging as many chicks as he could in empty rooms. Then at night, he had his ass pounded by a few of his frat bros, of course after proudly saying the phrase "no homo", which was then followed by some aggressive anal sex. He was dumb as a pile of rocks, frequently violent, arrogant and crude, a cocky grin always on his face.

He was exactly the same as all of his bros, basically a copy of every other jock on campus. And he absolutely loved it.

Have you ever wanted to wrestle and be seduced by a pro wrestler ?

wrestle? Nope

But be seduced by a beefy wrestling bro? Hell yeah